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August 12, 2013

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These poems paint pictures for our minds, don't they.

I only remember taking one "vacation" when we were kids, and that was to visit some people who had been neighbors who'd moved to Sandusky, Ohio. Whoopee!!! But then driving even short distances with six kids in a car was often more of an adventure than most people would want - back then and still today. LOL

God bless.

RB
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Ron-Fields of the Woods is in my county : ) It is an amazing place. I should write about it here on the Blind Pig someday : )


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Girl, you know I can relate. I loved your poem. It brought back fond memories of our childhood together in our own special little world.

Beautiful poem. Thank you carol and thanks Tipper for posting. I can surely relate to it. Visiting family was a great vacation back then.

I can relate to most of what Carol speaks of although we never had Ovaltine or Grandpas. Both of mine were gone before any of us were born. My father never saw any of his grandchildren. I had to break the tradition. I have the two best grandsons the world has ever seen.

Great poem and great comments.

Peggy Lambert

Carol, thanks so much for your poem. I was baptised in a creek also. I remember the water seemed really cold.

Thank you dear Carol. This poem is so much like my own upbringing--somewhat like my present life, as I hung on to the best parts. With numerous extended family, I learned how to play rough growing up. We always had that Ovaltine, and I tried it later and wondered why I once drank it. I always said my entire social life was spent going to wakes and funerals. I remember one vacation to N.C. to visit family. It seemed normal at the time, and seems to have left me with an acceptance of death. Feeling soil through my toes left me with one almost severed toe. These are our memories, Carol, and I love Tipper for giving us the opportunity to express them!

Words fail to describe how deeply these poems touch me. Thank you, Tipper.

Carol: Your words are so meaningful and familiar. The only thing special we got to do was stop hoeing the corn by the 4th of July. Then we got to go to Lake Chatuge (Clay County, NC) and cool off a bit. None of us knew how to swim so Daddy had his work cut out for him - keeping an eye on six or eight of his eleven children! He was a mighty fine father!

Eva Nell

Carol, your poem sounds too familiar and I loved it. We also ate everything on our plate. Seems we never got bored with beans, taters and cornbread. Our summer "getaway" meant taking a watermelon, a knife and a salt shaker to the Breaks Interstate Park and finding a wide place along the road to have a picnic.

Loved the poem, and we never had a vacation either. Being out of school for the summer was considered a vacation to me. I remember going to Lafayette Ga to see dad's aunt and spending the night there which was very strange since I had never slept anywhere but our home. I remember dad taking us to Cherokee, NC on a day trip to see the "Indians". And we went to a place called Field of the Woods once. It had the Ten Commandments written out on the side of a hill. It was a religious themed place out in the middle of nowhere.

Tipper,
I really enjoyed Carol Stewart's
poem and it seemed as if she was
my neighbor, here in the beautiful
mountains of Western North Carolina.
The deep commitment of Faith,
Family, and Religion are what most
of the folks of Appalachia are all
about...Ken

I loved the poem; you really did a great job of giving a picture using words. Okay, whose feet are romping through the field of soil?

Tipper,
I have been listening to Pap and Paul this am. So enjoy them. I grew up (in Michigan) listening to this music. It is so comforting to me. Thanks to the men for doing it.

Hi Carol, loved your poem. I, too, am from the West Virginia Hills. How I remember the huge pot of pinto beans served with cornbread and fried potatoes. It was made almost weekly. We still cook them, but not as often.

Family stand out large in Carol's poem. All the things in her poem have a familiar feel to it.
Thanks for the memories, Carol.

Beautiful, our vacations did not exist until I was in JR high school, day trips to visit family every Sunday though and they were great times to visit and play with the cousins.

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